In 1999, I was a 19-year-old mother going through a court-ordered DNA test in a cold basement room at Nashville's Juvenile Justice Center. The process felt clinical, not human.
Years later, that same son encouraged his grandmother, my mother, who is adopted, to take an ancestry DNA test. It helped her find her biological mother's family for the first time.
Those two moments, decades apart, are why SurePath Diagnostics exists: DNA testing should never feel cold.